Varunsena (part-3)

Aryan’s camp:

It’s dark. Bone chilling wind is blowing along with the snowfall. Snow has completely covered the ground in that dead of winter. The tall pines and cedar trees stand lifeless under the blanket of snow.
Purohit Agnimitra is standing and looking at the vast Aryan army and its men sitting in groups around fires to protect themselves from cold.

AM: hey Indradev! When our dream of aryavarta will come true? How many hardships we have to suffer?

Suddenly he hears some noise from the dark.

AM: who is there? Come out.
No one answers.
“What happened purohitji?”few soldiers ask who have just come to him hearing his voice “the weather is very bad, u should return to the camp”
“There is someone” AM says and walks in the direction of the sound. The soldiers follow him.

They stand surrounded by the tall trees. There is silence all around. “There is no one guruji, let’s go.” They turn to move just then few men jump from the trees and in a blink of eyes slit the heads of the soldiers. AM stands in shock. He looks at those men…tall, dark, heavy men with long hairs and giant weapons in their hands.

Mohenjodaro:
Dhruvan stands in the stadium facing purohit and the crowd. He is badly injured and his arms and chest are bleeding profusely. Purohitji stands at his place.

Purohit: wish of pashupatinath Mahadev is standing in front of u. This yuvaan has won the competition and the Sindhu Valley has got it’s new king.

Dhruvan vande, Dravid siddhi
Dhruvan vande, Dravid siddhi… the crowd starts chanting Dhruvan’s name.

“Pardon me purohitji, but I can’t sit on the throne.” Dhruvan speaks bowing his head. Everyone is shocked.
Purohit(in anger): yuvaan! Be in your limits. How dare u insult the great Dravid throne. What do u think, is this some sports going on here? If u can’t take this responsibility, then why did you participate? U know, I can give u death sentence right here 4 your deed.

Dhruvan: forgive me but I just want to give this throne to the right person.
Purohit: and who is that right person?

” he was one of your samiti members who was falsely accused of treachery and was thrown out of the kingdom” Dhruvan says looking at an old man from the crowd.
“Arvamudan” purohitji whispers looking at the man..
The man comes running to Dhruvan. He holds Dhruvan and looks at his condition and is pained.
“See Appa, I fulfilled my promise” Dhruvan says. The man nods and says yes crying badly. Dhruvan breathes heavily, he faints. Purohitji signals some men to take Dhruvan for treatment. Dhruvan leaves.

Purohitji: just the day after tomorrow on the full moon night, Arvamudan will be sworn as the new king of the sapta sindhu.

Aryan camp:

The leader of the attackers puts his sword on Agnimitra’s neck and walks to the Aryan camp.

“See this brave Aryans, your guruji is under my sword”
The Aryan men are shocked. They stand at their places.
“Now give me all that u have, all your wealth, your horses otherwise I will not think twice before killing this old man.” The leader says.
Aryan men get angry. They all take out their swords.
“No, no, don’t commit this mistake” the leader says forcing the sword on Agnimitra’s neck. A drop of blood flows down from his neck. The Aryans move back. The attackers laugh.

Suddenly someone pushes the leader (who is holding guruji) on the ground. It’s School. He keeps his sword at leader’s neck.
“U have dared to harm the Aryans, now beg for your life” Abrook says.

Men from both sides engage in sword fight. The attackers fight like demons with no mercy and soon they overpower the Aryan army. The leader and Abrook fight with each other. The leader injures Abrook badly.

Agnimitra: veer Abrook! These are barbarians. We Aryans can’t defeat them.

In few minutes the barbarians plunder the Aryan army. Their leader defeats Abrook and crushes his wounds under his feet.

“Now tell me, who should beg for his life” the leaders says and asks Abrook to beg.
Abrook spits on leader’s face. The leader gets angry and presses Abrook’s wounds forcibly. Abrook laughs in pain.
“Oh u fool! Don’t be happy. He will come and defeat u all.” Abrook says.
Leader: who will come?

Abrook(in proud voice): he, whose arms are like Vajra(weapon) of lord Indra. He, whose forehead is radiant like Surya Dev himself. He, whose eyes spit anger like the fire of Agnidev. He, who moves with the speed of wind. He, whose one swish of sword beheads many enemies in the battlefield. He, who is the pride and protector of our clan…VARUNDEV.

Precap: entry of Varundev and Devsena.